“My beautiful lover,” DRUIG breathes his condescending tone. That affectionate nickname he’s come to adore calling you has been sullied with his churlish attitude. He makes fun of how you look now, lying underneath him.
Exceptionally trusting, he does not pin your hands, instead he lets you fight him. Fists grab at his clothes, the lapel of his leather jacket your most common purchase as his lithe middle finger swipes against your clit. You writhe and you cry and you bitch and you moan, but he keeps you right where he wants you with his forearm under your torso. It arches you into him, and you throw your head back when he dips the tip of his finger into your slit, stroking through the line of slick. “You want this, my pet?” he murmurs, and he scoffs in response to your indignant whine, a cruel curl tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yeah, you know I like to play with you. Like a little toy.” Abruptly, he plunges the entire length of his finger into you to the knuckle, and you cry out, clutching onto his jacket to yank him to you but he remains resolute. All you do is raise yourself to him, brushing your lips against his. He nuzzles you, inhaling your breath. “Yeah, you’re my little toy.”
He pulls out, only to add another finger, but your walls are already so raw. Your clit is overly sensitive, throbbing when he twists his thumb to flick at it. Your hips jerk in reply, and he snickers through his nose, pecking your unresponsive lips. “Humans are so funny, aren’t they?” he muses, but you can barely hear him. He curls his digits in a beckoning motion inside you, stroking that spot that sends electricity up your spine until you fall limp. “Touch on their pleasure centers a bit and they go fucking stupid. You know how easy it would be to-“ The arm locked around your torso squeezes you to him, and it aches but you can only moan. As if you like the pain, when in reality it’s the way his fingers lodge themselves up in your guts and fiddle with your insides. “-break you? Could do it. Could do it easy.” There’s a growling edge to his voice as he threatens you, bringing his teeth to your exposed neck shiny with sweat. He relieves you, the ache dissipates, and the pad of his thumb curiously nudges your clit.
You buck, and he scans your entire bare form. “How many is that, by the way?” he asks, as if he’s asking about the fucking weather. His thumb drives in with more purpose, wiggling with just enough pressure to make you howl from another incoming orgasm. “Have you lost count?”
Warnings - SMUT SMUT SMUT! This is 18+, NO MINORS ALLOWED FROM HERE ON OUT!
A/N - I am no SMUT writer by trade, so bear with me :D
You fell back into the bed, your breath barely on your lips as your thighs were trembling and your orgasm was now dwindling to a small simmer. Sweat itched along your skin, thanks to the solid body on top of you that was holding you close and still buried deep inside of you, watching your body shake from your post orgasm. His eyes were wide, nearly black with no evidence of the sapphire blue they naturally were, his lisp plump to almost crimson in the moonlight, and his skin with its sheen of sweat along his porcelain skin.
"That was…..I can't even talk" You tried to say, but your voice was nearly gone with a small smile on your lips as the man above you merely chuckled and ruffled his own brown hair from his eyes.
"Don't say a single word, darlin'." He hummed, leaning back down to have his arms on the mattress below you, digging his forehead against your shoulder as he rolled his hips deeply and slowly. You mewled, arching into him as you clung onto his shoulders, knowing fully well that he was not done with you.
Neither you were done, not with what you went through.
This was not the first time you two were in bed together, nor would it be the last. But it felt like your first time, not with the intensity and the lust that was seeping under your skin as you both were gasping for air and pouring your love to one another, but with the intense love you both had for one another for centuries and centuries on end.
Being together on the Domo for some time as friends before realizing your feelings for one another brought your paths together as lovers, then as a married couple. You never thought in your wildest dreams that the Mind Controlling Eternal, the very one who was aloof to outsiders and sarcastic by nature, would fall head over heels in love with someone like you. He was wrapped around your heart so naturally and organically that before you knew it, you realized that your heart was taken by him and there was no way to be without him.
You both went along with the evolution of humans, seeing the good, the bad, and the ugly. Even within your own family of Eternals and how straining it was getting with one another, you both stayed side by side. Druig's heart was beyond massive for the sake of the humans, for wishing them peace and tranquility on that small and fragile planet. So when he decided to walk away after seeing a genocide unfold in front of his eyes, you joined him. How could you stay behind and let the love of your life walk away? He was part of your soul, half of your heart, and neither one of you wished to be parted.
"Uggh….Oh fuck Druig," you moaned against his head as his hips were staying consistent, rolling sleep and slow as you felt his cock slide in and out of you. You were feeling that tension again, the burning in your thigh muscles since your legs were bracketing Druig's hips with ease, your arms shaking while you clung onto his muscular shoulders, and your core finding that flicker of pleasure again while he kissed your skin over and over. One of his hands moved from under the pillow where you were, bracing your jawline to have your head stay in one spot while he was still fucking you deeply. You loved when he did this, his actions were both filthy and intimate at the same time. Holding you close as you fucked, perhaps thinking that you two could blend into one as he made you cum multiple times.
This was how he loved you: showing you with his actions along with his words how he loved you and would never stop loving you.
You moved your head to kiss his palm that was against your jawline, feeling him thrust again to have you moan silently and feel his thumb trace your lower lip. Without you thinking about it and merely thinking about the pleasure that was now etched within you, you slide his thumb into your mouth. He moaned against your neck.
"Fuck," he growled, his thrust never slowing as your hand moved down to grasp at his ass through the thin sheet that was covering it. He huffed and moved his head to gaze at you with heavy eyes, seeing his thumb in your mouth as you locked eyes with him with a blissed-out face, "You want me to make you cum again, don't ya?"
Releasing his thumb with a pop, you grinned as he gave a particularly hard thrust, you moaned out, "Do it,"
His eyes narrowed: challenged accepted.
Having this kind of love with Druig was nothing short of amazing. Built on the solid foundation of friendship and devotion, you both could take on the world if you wanted to. Yet you and Druig didn't wish for that, you both instead settled for your little village in the Amazon. A slice of paradise amongst the soldiers that followed Druig, underneath the massive trees, and hidden from the rest of the world. The love that was blossoming over time between you and Druig was now thriving and evolving, spending mornings in bed together and long walks amongst the trees. Druig never strayed from you, and he proved it again and again.
Druig loved running the village and caring for the families that were growing as the years went by, and you saw the new side of Druig that was hidden for so long because of his inability to step in and help humans. It made you proud to see him care for his villagers, to see the brightness in his eyes and within his tone, and you wished that would never go away.
Even after 500 years when your Eternals family came back to find you two to stop the ending of the world with them, nothing seemed to slow the pair of you down.
Moans were filling the room for the pair of you now as Druig was now determined to make you cum again, you letting him as his hips were now snapping and his eyes never leaving your face as you were melting with the sensation. You felt that drive in his hold along your body, in his whimpers along his lips, and in his eyes as he was watching you get closer and closer to teetering over the edge. He knew just how to make you cum: his rough fingers along your body or inside of you, his sweet and yet filthy words in your ear, and even his cock that was perfect in length and girth that seemed to be created to only fit inside of you. Inwardly, you thanked your lucky stars that you both were Eternals with extended energy, being able to fuck all night without a single need for a break.
This led to your record: 14 straight hours back in the Amazon when you two went off together on your anniversary back in 1869.
This time, this was more than a simple act of love or fuck session. The world almost ended, and you all almost lost everything you knew thanks to Arishem and his need to bring Tiamut to life and a new balance to the universe. Yet you all stopped it, not wishing to let this planet go to waste since you grew to love it over the centuries. It was a relief that there was no more danger for any of you to worry about, and to think that you were so close to losing Druig at the hands of Ikaris, you thought of the worst.
Seeing him walk up to you with a few cuts and bruises, yet alive and well, you had to hold him close and engrain him in your mind.
He must have felt the same, whisking you away from the rest of your group. Which then brought you to your current predicament.
"I'm close…I'm close Druig…" You moaned against his head as he was not slowing down with his hips and his open-mouth kisses against your jawline. He hummed, his spare hand moving down to rub his thumb against your clit as he was thrusting deeper and deeper. You moan hotly from the touch, your legs sprawling out at this point as he keeps the adrenaline going.
"You don't have to tell me, I can feel ya flutterin' against my cock," he growled as you were feeling that sensation in your toes moving up to be along your spine, "I know your body and what makes ya tick, right? I know where to touch, where to lick, where to….where to fuck,"
He rubbed your clit hard, making you moan with no abandon as he chuckled to pause and sit up a bit. He looked down at your body, seeing him undone you were yet at the same time tight wound. Your hair askew, your breast etched in hickies and exposed for him to savor, even the gorgeous sight of where you two were connected along your hips.
But what got him was your eyes, the same eyes that he fell for when he first saw you on the Domo. The same eyes that saw his painful and tear-jerking moments throughout the years but never repeated. The same eyes that poured love into his own when he felt he was undeserving. He swore a long time ago when he first kissed you at sunset, he would do anything and everything in his power to keep you in his life.
Centuries later, he held onto that promise.
"I love you," He hummed, the tone of lust simmered as you gazed up at him with lust in your own eyes. You felt that love seep under your skin, even in the heat of fucking you both would find a way to have another layer of intimacy with each other. Perhaps you were thinking that he was going to die because of Ikaris, or that was world was so close to ending, but you two looked at one another as if nothing else existed in the world, or in that little room.
You leaned up, moaning as you did since he was involuntarily thrusting in you to make you tremble. Druig moaned too, though it was silenced by you kissing him softly. He kissed you back, feeling that gentleness along your lips as you framed his face in your hands. Although you knew of it being a distraction, moving one hand to be placed in his chest to give him a push.
Within a second, he was sprawled on his back as you were now riding him. He grinned as you gently grasped his throat, feeling him gulp as you too locked eyes with that intensity again.
"Love you more," You replied, then giving one hard roll. Druig moaned loudly as his eyes rolled back in bliss.
the pad of his thumb is rough against your temple as he brushes the digit there, eyes open but unseeing as he shifts one thick thigh over your own, bicep a comforting pillow under the weight of your head. "penny for your thoughts?" he whispers, lips quirking up with ironic delight.
you shake your head, unable to battle against the growing weight of your eyelids, squeezing around the shaft of him as if to assure its presence. "do you ever get tired of hearing what i think?" it's a hushed whisper, despite the pair of you's solidarity; not wanting to break the bubble that cocoons the two of you in.
druig pauses for a moment, thumb stalling as it trails over your cheekbone, now. he licks over his lips, watching as your eyes flutter open for but a second to catch is expression. he pushes in deeper now, quelling the dull ache that broils in the pit of his belly, drawing a warbling whine from your lips. "as long as they're thoughts of me... no, my beautiful girl. i don't think i ever do."
your eyes crinkle with a small smile, rolling your hips over his cock to get comfortable once more, ignoring the grunt that it steals from him. "but i think of other things too sometimes, does that mean you don't want to hear my thoughts?" you whisper once more, leaning in close so that his nose nudges against your own.
he kisses you softly, now, before tucking you in under his chin, sighing woefully. "you have such beautiful thoughts, my dear. listening to you is a respite above everything else." he peeks down at you, squeezing once around your shoulders. "but i particularly like when i've got you fucked so dumb, there is not a single thought between those ears of yours, dove." he snorts. "then i like the silence."
summary: Druig was never the best boyfriend, leaving you to feel indifferent to the idea of staying with him. When you've finally had enough and try and leave your toxic relationship, Druig will do anything to make you stay.
a/n: I hope you enjoy, just a lil one-shot for an idea I had. Sorry if grammar is not perfect I wrote this quickly. interact for more fics :)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+
A tear ran down your cheek as you watched your boyfriend rest his hand on the small of the anonymous woman's back. The lights of the club lit up around you, but you didn't feel bright at all. Your heart was breaking as the sight unfolded in front of you.
This wasn't a new sight to behold, neither was the sting. You and Druig had been together since high school, now in your second year of college, it's felt like forever. When you two had first met, it was like you were floating. He treated you like you were the only girl in the world. Everyone wanted to either fuck him or be him, except for you. That's what you believe drew him to you.
Druig was always known as a partier and a charmer. All of those traits grew with time, only making it harder. It started with subtle flirting with girls in the high school halls, growing to grabs and winks at parties when he got too drunk. Not only was he a flirty drunk, but a bit of a hot head as well. You knew Druig would never lay a hand on you, but his venom laced barks he called words were unbearable.
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"God Y/N, it's seriously not that big of a deal. I was jus' talking to her!" Like you totally didn't see his hand brush her ass.
"Would you quit looming over me! I'm not even that drunk, you're bein' way too much right now! God you're so annoying." If you hadn't been there he would have fallen and cracked his head.
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You on the other hand always tried to do your best by Druig. You loved him so much, you forgave and over-looked so many things for him. Not everything was so bad after all, he was your first kiss, first lover, even your first date and he meant everything to you.
So here you were as usual, standing off to the side of this club watching your boyfriend who comes over every 30 minutes to kiss you on the cheek. You didn't even know why tears still spilled when you'd see it.
Your eyes finally trailed off from the pair, giving you a moment to breathe, knowing that if you went over there he'd just holler, he was hammered.
When your eyes reluctantly returned, your face went beat red, the tears now pouring out in pairs. He was kissing her, on the lips, nearly falling over her, grabbing at any flesh he could. Your legs practically carried you out of the door of the club, thumping against your lovers shoulder as you left.
"Y/N... Y/N wait!" Was all you heard over the music as Druig whipped around, discarding the woman he was playing with. He knew it was you from the smell of the perfume he loved so much and the soft sob that left your lips.
Any plea or apology that came out of his mouth went in one ear and out the other. "Fuck!" His voice was booming and distressed, realizing he wasn't going to get a word.
He had followed you for a while before giving up, accepting that nothing he could shout after you would make you budge. The tears continued to burn her now raw cheeks as the approached the street her apartment was on. Pain was the only thing you felt as defeat and heartbreak over came you. That was the last straw and even though it would hurt, no body deserves to be treated like this.
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Some time passed, allowing you to calm down and gather your thoughts that still felt so jumbled. It didn't take long before the dreaded knock came thundering on your door. "Baby... babe please... Baby, i'm begging you, open the door, just talk to me please." You knew it was him before he even spoke. With every word he said your heart tugged some more. Words could not form on your tongue and the palms of your hands began to sweat. "Y/N!" he boomed out in sobs, continuing to abuse your apartment door. "I can't take this darlin', don't you leave me!"
The same sobs and words he always spoke, almost like he didn't actually think you'd do it. Annoyance began to stir inside of you, setting aside your sadness. With a huff, you stood up towards the door.
As the door flew open, you were met with a very disheveled Druig, still tispy but much more coherent. Your mouth hung open to speak but all that came out was a choked out sob. "My love..." His voice came out soft, almost pathetically.
"No Druig!" Your voice cut him off before anything else could be said. "You can't take this? I can't take this!" Your voice broke through hard sobs, fists balling to your sides. Your eyes fell to the floor below you, "I... I won't do this anymore Dru..." Your eyes now lifting and meeting his concerned gaze. "I just can't be with you anymore..."
The words sat in the atmosphere for a moment, vibrating off the walls of the tension.
All you wanted to do was shut the door in his face and hide, afraid that you'd fold to the man you love at any minute. Eye contact was avoided as your hand came to shut the door.
The sound boomed as his hand caught the wooden door, quick steps making their way behind you. Your feet couldn't have moved faster as you reached for the door knob of your bedroom. "Y/N.. baby... no" he spoke sternly yet softly as his hand grasped for yours, a little less softly.
You attempted to pull away, weak from the mental breakdown you felt like having. "hey..." he trailed off, now pulling you forward in a more gentle nature, towards him. "Don't say that.. don't-don't do that my love you're mine."
His voice had a tension to it but he continued to speak with laces of honey. "Say somethin'.." Your chest was now flush to his, his hand moving up to rub your wrist, up to your arm.
"Dru...I can't...I-" Another sob broke your words in two. The tears flew down your face, cheeks red and lips puffy. The grasp he had on your arm released, moving around your hips. He held you close, burying his face in your hair like it was the last time he'd feel it on his cheeks. Your arms wrapped around him in return, wanting comfort from the one you love even if it was his fault your eyes poured.
"I'm sorry.... I'm so sorry..." Soft kisses left his lips, planting themselves on your head. "I'll change, all for you, you're everythin' to me. She was nothin', absolutely nothin'..." His head hooked down, continuing to whisper sweet nothings in your ear to calm you down
You never understood why but the manipulation of your feelings came so easily to Druig. He always knew how to touch you and what to say to calm your nerves even when they were towards him. Your breathe evened, fully beginning to submit to the man before you, like you had done so many times.
His hands now trailed up and down the small of your back, gripping slightly at the tops of your hips. "You have to be mine, I don't want anyone else touchin' my girl.." His tone darkened, staying at your ear. His breathe fanned gently against your neck, making your knees weak and stomach bunch. His fingers tugged and felt at the end of the tight shirt you wore. You wore all black, just for him, knowing he loved it.
"Did you wear my favorite shirt just for me darlin'?" A small chuckle left his lips making goose bumps appear on the nape of your neck. His face now moved to press his forehead against yours, your heartbeat and breathe now quickening due to your arousal and nerves. "Yes..." It came as barley a whisper, still feeling the desire to please your man.
His teeth bit softly at his lip, a small smirk apparent. "Good." His voice stern yet sweet, eyes now locked with yours. His hands made it's way to cup your face in hand, gently rubbing at the tear stains on your cheeks. "No need to cry beautiful... I'll always be all yours." The words themselves almost threatened to make tears bud as you became completely immersed in Druig once again.
His lips fell onto yours gently at first, passion growing by the second. "And you will always be mine. Have you seen the way men look at you gorgeous? They can't have you." A small whine left your lips as he broke the kiss, pushing your bedroom door open. He backed you up slowly and softly towards your bed as another deep kiss filled your senses.
You took a soft fall to the bed as he pushed you towards it, now looming over you as if you were some kind of prey. "Oh darlin', your not leaving me, I haven't had my way with you yet." A comfortable burn and tingle entered your core at his words. His arms come up to pull the leather jacket he was wearing to be discarded on the floor. His shirt was tight against his body, showing every inch of him that you loved.
"Dru..." Your voice just above a whisper, coming out as a breathless moan. His shirt came off next, to join his jacket. Your eyes scanned his torso, making you bite the inside of your lip. "Sit up." His voice coming out demanding. As you sat up he dropped to his knees in front of you, never breaking eye contact. He licked his lips before running his hands up your thighs and up to the hem of your shirt.
You watched him closely as you followed his silent direction to pull off the shirt, even if it was his favorite. His hands moved up your now exposed sides as he leaned up and in closer to your chest, giving each breast a soft kiss. Your eyes felt trained to stay on his, his hands running now up your back, skillfully unclasping your bra.
With the last layer from your torso gone, his hands moved up to kneed at your mounds before taking a bud in between his lips and giving it a teasing suckle. A breathe escaped your lungs faster than you were prepared for as your eyes fluttered. He didn't forget to give the other bud attention, leaving marks on his way, before dipping back down where you wanted him most.
He started to grow impatient, pulling your shorts and panties off in one go. Suddenly his patience returned, parting your legs slightly, nipping at the most sensitive part of your thigh. You jolted, him pulling you farther into his face, now inches away from your core.
"Is this what you want?" He said, almost chuckling at your desperation, your hips rocking, gradually trying to reach his lips. He hummed, leaving a quick stripe of his tongue against your folds, making you shutter and whine. He decided you deserve good girl treatment and pressed his face against your pussy that he knew all too well, smiling against your clit. Gasps left your mouth as he began to work at your favorite spot, his hands running up and down the tops of your thighs.
Druig loved seeing you like this, all fucked out and anxious to have something, anything. One of his hands dipped in between your now wet folds from his spit and your arousal, teasing your entrance. "Please... I'll be good." The most clear thing he's heard you say all night. He chuckled against your clit, doing you the honor of entering a finger in you. You continued to beg, moaning at the new feeling. You knew the more you begged the more he liked it and the more he gave you.
Your body began to shake and the knot in your stomach started to unfold as you gripped the base of his brown locks. Your body fell back into the bed making him groan and stop all motion. A whine left your lips, feeling overstimulated from the denial of your orgasm. Your mouth opened but nothing but sounds could escape.
"I like to watch you fall apart." He said lustfully but sternly. He gave your now puffy clit a few hard taps before pulling your torso back up, now looking into your eyes. "You keep your eyes open and look at me, understood?" You nodded quickly begging for release. That didn't seem to be enough, his face still cold staring you down. "Yes! Yes, I understand." This made his expression change to delight, his head dipping back down and finally giving you what you needed.
His name fell from your lips as his fingers worked perfectly, re-building your orgasm quickly. Druig grinned, listening to his name being chanted like a prayer as your walls squeezed and convulsed around his digits. Keeping your promise you held onto his arms to hold you up, never breaking eye contact.
Once he helped ride out your orgasm, he leaned up, placing his lips on yours making you taste yourself. Moans fell into his mouth from yours as he pushed you back down gently onto the bed, now biting at your neck.
Watching you fall apart made him eager to make you fall apart again. He made quick work of his pants and boxers, tossing them aside before coming back down to your level. He brought you into a passionate kiss, running his hands against the slick of your wet folds, collecting some and pumping his cock with it. "I love you, I love you" He chanted a few times in her ear, running his length in between your folds. Pleas and whines left your lips as you felt the familiar feeling of him sinking into you. Your head fell back, a soft groan leaving Druig's lips as he bottomed out inside of you.
He began to rut in and out of you, the sound of skin slapping together increased as his speed did. He kept it hard but passionate, claiming but also loving you. Your bodies close, sticking together from sweat as desperate sounds left both your lips. "No body feels as good as you do." He groaned out, lips brushing each other, foreheads touching. His arms captured you close, legs and arms wrapped around him, hands exploring his broad shoulders. Your bodies moved together like they belonged, hitting every spot inside of you.
You felt his movements becoming more erratic, knowing he was close. Your own release crawling it's way down your body. You couldn't even find the words before you started to have your second orgasm. Usually degrading names and dirty words would escape Druig as you came but his lips captured yours, moaning your name into your mouth as he came inside of you.
He rode out both of your orgasms as he muttered pussy drunk words to you breathlessly. Instead of falling next to you, he pulled you close now soft inside of you, wanting to be as close as possible. He made a soft hum against your neck, peppering small kisses. He reluctantly moved away to look into your eyes, adoring your scent. His voice loving but stern he spoke:
"You're only for me to have. Do you understand me my dove?"
pairing: druig x reader x ikaris (no established relationship, he's just there as a.. witness??)
tags: 18+ only (minors DNI), thigh riding, slight exhibitionism/voyeurism situation (ikaris is hearing everything), dub-con mind control, dirty talk, cocky!druig, like one swear word djbdjd
note: the idea was better in my head tbh,, it's like once I write it down it sucks 🙈
druig has you perched on his thigh after you've been begging to be touched.
you did everything to get his attention: wore revealing clothing around him & the eternals, slipped innuendos into conversations, made him jealous by spending time with ikaris–the one person he had issues with.
it's safe to say you got what you wanted. but it wasn't enough.
“it's either my thigh or nothing, sweetheart. you want to act like a needy bitch, you're gonna ride it like one.”
he had his back against the bed's headboard,, hands on your waist, guiding your hips to rut against the hard muscle.
“that's it, darlin', just like that.”
the denim jeans he wore rubbed you just right. he'd bounce his leg just to hear you cry out.
you were desperate to get off; your hands gripped onto his shoulders tight, swiveling your hips until your muscles ached.
loud moans and whines fell from your lips, so you tried to muffle them by pressing your mouth against druig's shoulder
until he said “no, no, I wanna hear those pretty noises.”
“but druig–”
his eyes would glow gold, any protests would die on your tongue.
“I'm sure ikaris wants to hear how good I'm making you feel too. Isn't that right, brother?”
with your human hearing, it was impossible to hear ikaris on the other side of the wall, soft curses and ragged pants.
it was no surprise to him that druig knew he was listening in.
with eyes clenched shut, he bucked into his slick covered hand,, raven locks plastered against his sweaty forehead as he tried to hold back a throaty groan.
druig could hear the effect you had on ikaris, giving him the option to gloat:
“if only you could hear what he's doing right now, my love. I bet he wishes his hand were your tight hole. too bad he has to settle for himself.”
Druig x Fem!reader. Smut, penetrative sex, making out, dirty talk, light degradation, praise, kinda tender, d/s, light bimbofication
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Slick pools in your channel as Druig’s lips move against yours, slow and sensual but dirty with the way his tongue slips into your mouth. He maps out every inch of the cavern- every tooth, every tastebud- he even strokes across its sensitive roof and smiles against your lips as the tickle makes you giggle.
“Christ, you’re beautiful.” He breathes out as he pulls away, eyes scanning down over your exposed body. “Especially laid out under me like this.” The words make your cheeks burn with embarrassment while your stomach burns with arousal. He cups your face, thumb stroking your jaw before his touch trails downwards over your neck and finally his hand comes to cup your breast, kneading the flesh lightly. You moan when he gently rolls your nipple between his fingers.
“And what pretty noises you make,” he’s smirking, clearly having an air of arrogance about him at being able to pull such sounds from you so easily. Your back arches to meet his touch, your own hands reaching up to splay over the warm muscles of his chest and abdomen.
You whine when Druig’s hands leave your breasts, and a gentle shh leaves his lips as he brings two fingers up to his mouth. You watch with rapt attention as he sucks them, moistening them with his saliva before pulling them free.
“Spread those legs for me, darling.” He orders softly. Before you can even think your thighs are falling apart, granting the man above you total access to your wet cunt. Druig smirks, looking down.
“Mm.. I like that”
“Like what?” You murmur, voice breathy.
“That I don’t have to get in your head to control you.” His voice is low, his accent lilting with a cocky dominance that has your head spinning. Usually you’d shoot back some equally snarky response, but you can’t muster one in your aroused state, so all that leaves your lips is a needy whine. Druig’s smirk widens.
“Such a sweet, desperate thing.” He coos almost tauntingly as he positions his cock at your entrance, the head dragging through your wet slit. He chuckles when you angle your hips upwards to meet him. “Want me t’fuck you? Yeah?” Your head bobbles in a nod. “Use your words, gorgeous. Lemme hear you say it.”
“Please fuck me, Druig.” The words come out a whisper, warm breaths that fan against Druig’s lips which are mere inches from your own.
“That’s my good girl.” With the murmured praise he pushes into you. His thick cock breaches your tight walls and causes your head to fall backwards in pleasure. He smears hot kisses over the arched column of your neck as he sheathes fully inside you, only stopping when his balls rest flush against your ass and the head of his cock sponges over your g-spot. You let out a long moan, lewd and unabashed.
“Yeah? Does that feel good?” He grits out in response to your sound, his lips curled upwards. You nod, lips parted and brows furrowed in pleasure as his hips roll rhythmically into yours. “My beautiful girl.”
“Fuck, Druig.” You gasp, hands shooting up to grip his shoulders for purchase. He lowers down to kiss you, the movement of his lips just as fiercely passionate as the movement of his body.
You can feel your orgasm taking root; pleasure blooming in your belly, cultivated by his deep thrusts and growing up through your sternum to escape your throat as blissful cries. He senses your nearing release immediately and keeps up the snap of his hips, careful to maintain the speed and pressure that you so clearly enjoy.
It’s thanks to this care that you’re able to tumble over the precipice, your body tensing and cunt contracting as rapture overtakes you. Druig’s voice is in your ear immediately, hoarsely whispering “that’s it, darling. Fall apart for me. Fuckin’ perfect.”
With the way your walls clench around his shaft it doesn’t take long for him to follow you into orgasm. He lets out a rough groan and quickly pulls his hips back, his cock spilling thick ropes of cum onto your lower belly and the mound of your cunt. Panting breaths escape your lips as you stare down, watching the thick substance land on your body and warm your skin. You whine softly at the erotic sight.
“Didn’t think you could get prettier,” Druig drawls breathlessly, gaze also trained down at your cum covered stomach, “but looks like I was wrong.” He uses the rough pad of his thumb to run through the fluid, as if to rub it into your skin. “You’re just made to be covered in cum.”
“Don’t go getting a big head about it.” You mutter teasingly, giggling when Druig looks up at you with a raised brow. He presses a kiss to your lips, your grins melting together.
“Y’got your sass back, eh? Strange how it seemed to disappear for the past half hour.” He says, as if pondering, and you roll your eyes.
“Shut up and clean me off, will you?” Druig chuckles, moving off the bed.
Can you make a dark!druig when the reader is an eternal and he was always a little obsessed with her and this feeling grew with time but when the eternals separate he tries to take her with him the others stop him but when they find druig in the amazon and ask for his help he makes a deal that he will only help if when it's all over he can keep the reader with him
tags: angsty, smutty, rated 18+ nsfw, extreme non-con/dub con, gaslighting, mind control, manipulative dark druig, reader is in internal torment, lots of conflict, the eternals are not good guys either!, heavy in plot, star wars reference, druig is an unreliable narrator!!!!!
word count: 5,000+
i made druig op as fuck here. dedicated to @twopercentmilk, who literally fuels me to write more, always grateful reading ur asks! see more notes at the end!
Present Day
Amazon
“Please, make yourselves at home,” Druig welcomes the familiar faces walking towards him. He’s got a smug smile, proudly showing off the small-scaled civilisation he had constructed hidden underneath the towering trees of the Amazon rainforest.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” His dark robe hangs loosely around his body, swaying to the wind as he strides further with leaves making a crunching sound for each step taken.
Ikaris looks at him unimpressed. Sersi, Sprite, Gil, Thena, Kingo, and a mortal alongside were ready to explain why.
Druig holds up an index finger in front of them signalling for them to stay still and then closing his eyes before expressing his previous statement differently, “Let me rephrase it. Why do you need my help in all this?”
He admits he didn’t hesitate in reading their minds. Sersi’s first to be exact. The sheer amount of worry and panic he had been sensing from her energy was impossible to ignore.
“Why the worry, Sersi?” Druig simpers, leaning closer to her, with his arms resting behind his back.
Sersi returns the stare, unable to form the right words to respond to him. The short second pause was enough of an answer for him at the moment. Druig didn’t want to cause a scene, in spite of being beyond the wilderness already.
He doesn’t wait for her to answer before turning around, facing right back at the entrance of his boxy wooden outhouse he had build with the villagers entrapped in the forest. His fingers waved, beckoning his friends to follow him to walk straight ahead.
They all gathered inside, dramatically setting a more private overtone. “I know you guys hate it when I use my powers on these mortals... Or to anyone at all” Druig mocks, the latter part more subdued in tone, looking specifically at Sersi whom he had sensed became more fond of the human world and its population.
Privacy wasn’t an issue for them. They could take this impending discussion whenever and wherever they wanted to. His powers were one summon away from controlling the people working around their surroundings, so as they wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop whatever concern they have to solve later on.
His friends took separate seats among the wooden benches laid all over across the room. Druig, however, still stood confidently, along the middle of the aisle where he could easily walk towards any one of them.
“You’re the only one with the potential to put a Celestial to sleep,” Sersi explains.
Druig’s head turns to her, face directly staring with a questioning raised brow. “And why would I want to participate in this? It’s essentially a suicide mission, if you ask me.”
“We can’t do it without your help,”
“Hmm...”
“Come on, Druig. You’re better than this.”
“Yeah, and I just learned my whole life, existence, and purpose was a lie as well. What will I gain from all of this?”
Kingo cuts in the middle of the conversation, defending, “You’re really expecting something to benefit from this?”
”And why shouldn’t I?” He could see the rest of his friends practically look in disgust at him.
“I don’t know... Probably saving the billions of people on this planet can clear out your conscience for once in a while. Maybe you could gain something from that,” Kingo continues his statement, imposing a guilt feeling that still wasn’t entirely apprehending nor convincing for their fellow mind controlling Eternal.
“You’re sick,” Sersi spat out in distate, “you’ve barely changed at all.”
“Yeah?” The tone is Druig’s voice steadily rises, bringing out a well embedded rage he had snubbed for the past few centuries while looking for a place to settle. “You’re all no different from me...”
He adds, “You guys are just as selfish as you think of me as repulsive.”
All of their expressions shift from being provoked to apologetic. Druig, and the rest of his friends, expected their ongoing argument would lead to this. No one could blame where he was coming from as well.
The room had been put into an awkward silence, which well enough spoke volume. For the most part, Druig took advantage of the situation, knowing well he wasn’t going to allow them to paint him utterly as the villain— for the second time.
“Did I hit a nail?” He taunts to everyone, looking from one face of the room to the other.
For all the centuries that had passed, he learned that in times like this it was best to utilize the conversation to his own advantage. He couldn’t allow them to step on his own decisions anymore. He wouldn’t take its consequences.
“Are you playing victim here, Druig?” Ikaris throws in, intrinsically adding fuel to the fire.
“Fuck off.”
“Looks like I hit a nerve as well—”
“Okay! Calm down!” If it weren’t for Kingo and Gil, Druig definitely would’ve stormed to beat Ikaris in the face. But he was held back, instantly deliberating that a fight against him wouldn’t be worth it.
“Let’s all not get on each other’s throats now,” Sersi calls out, realizing it was best that they were to step in and be the bigger person in this. It was the only way to settle a truce.
“Druig, we’re really sorry.”
“Yeah?” He scoffs.
“Yes—”
“Sorry doesn’t fucking cover it.”
Sersi, much like the rest, looks taken aback by his reaction. “Now you’re just acting childish.”
“Welcome to my world,” he sardonically retorts, “it’s all going to go downhill here and thereon.”
No one wanted to speak up. Not for the fear of how their friend would react again, but because of the realization that they’re slowly and emphatically starting to understand where Druig was coming from— not out of spite, but from hurt.
“Now you guys want my help to save something dearest to you?” Druig bellows, “You’re now only understanding what it feels like to fear losing something or someone you value profoundly?”
“...Where was all of this centuries ago?” His voice dims, almost cracking, feeling exposed and vulnerable in front of them for that hint of weakness he had just played out.
Close as she can get, Sersi tried to place a consoling hand on his shoulder but was immediately dismissed with a shake. “We thought that during that time, it was for the best. But we do regret what we did.”
“Oh spare me the pity, Sersi. Your judgment has been biased ever since then. You pretend you're morally correct only when you think it can be used to your own advantage or personal benefit. You never considered nor compromised with me at all!”
Druig didn’t try to cover his indisposition anymore. He had no one to hide his pain from. He looks up with weak mournful eyes before saying, “... I hope all of you never get to bear the torment of emotions on how it feels like to be helpless and lost.”
⌞ ° • • ° ⌟
5000 BC
Mesopotamia.
Druig was beguiled the moment you, along with the rest of the Eternals have departed from inside the Domo. Between both your first encounter with each other, you caught him for staring longer than usual, returning with a quick glance and smile.
Both of you shared the small points in time just as human civilization was still underdeveloped. Most of the mortals in the planet lived off from fishing, solely finding motif to survive— nothing more or less.
He made sure to look after you. Both by making sure you were never placed in grave danger from Deviants, as well as welcoming himself into your thoughts. He never wanted to sense torment from you, because he would feel the same agony too.
For most of the premature years the Eternals shared on Earth, all of you had to wield different powers granted by the Celestial Arishem. Committing to the chore of protecting people from Deviant was embedded into your mind. It was the only path given to the entire crew, and none of you knew better than to obey. For the betterment of mankind, per se.
Soon enough, all your powers started to reveal their uniqueness amongst the others. This granted more potential to compromise as a team, knowing well each Eternal was gifted, yet none of you considered yourselves to be better than the other.
Ajak had regenerating powers aside from her abilities to communicate with powerful Celestials. Phastos was literally a king of technological advancements. Kingo manipulates cosmic energies within the tips of his fingers. Sprite could form illusions no matter the range. Thena summons any weapon in the palm of her hand. Gil basically had an iron fist with super strength abilities. Sersi transforms any inanimate shapes of matter into another element. Ikaris had flight and laser beams shooting from his sight.
And Druig was able to control the minds whoever and whenever he wanted to.
You learned that your own sets of powers authorized you to manipulate force gravities, specifically dark and negative powers. You could still control your abilities within broad daylight, but you realized you could only reach your powers maximum potential when compromised with negative forces.
It initially seemed like a curse. Why give someone the power that seems fundamentally antagonistic?
You badly wanted to adapt to your group. Matching their own energies as they learn their own combative skills and power moves.
In view point, after learning the origins of dark arts, you could essentially posses certain gravitational and extra dimensional energies— majorly discerned in highly opaque areas that equate to the void.
It enabled you to channel certain types of dark shadows into your systematic strength; furthermore, allowing you to manipulate time, emotions, and common objects either inanimate or living.
For the mean time, you watched your group save hundreds of individuals as the years go by and population tends to increase. While you didn’t try to get under the pressure of being compared to them, you felt more and more helpless. Seeing that as you feel one step closer to getting to know your powers, you simultaneously appear three steps behind on the capability the rest of the Eternals had.
Each of them grew mightier and fiercer.
But you still felt leashed under to your own abilities.
You did help as much as you could, in ways such as creating destructive pain to Deviants clashing in the middle of the way. Being a walking ball of darkness felt like a threatening title that you yourself had no constraint over.
“That’s enough,” Ajak practically had to call your attention and your focus hardly yielded to it. “I said that’s enough,” She had to repeat it twice before finally summoning you back distinctly.
The glow in your eyes faded away, only drifting back into reality when your head turned to her. You looked in front seeing a Deviant completely abolished into pieces, barely even recognizing how disfigured it turned out to be. You didn’t know how much of your power was used against it nor how strong it affected the destruction process.
Everyone shared glances, back and forth, between you and the Deviant you demolished lifelessly and brutally.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t...” you frowned, nearly tearing up at how wicked you appeared to them amidst the fight, “I don’t know what got into me.”
Even more, what you realized was that, for most times during battles, you get carried away while bringing about your abilities. It was as if your magical powers were using you, instead of the opposite.
*
“Are you feeling better?” You spotted nobody except for Druig, who came to look after you took some time to take flight somewhere a bit farther across the location the Domo was stationed on.
The sky was dark and you were relying in front on the fire you made to illuminate your surroundings. You hated starting straight in the night sky. It felt like you were gazing directly at something that resembles yourself. And it didn’t leave a great sense of esteem, more on feeling sick to your gut.
“Yeah,” you respond.
“Do you mind if I sit next to you?” He remains distant, standing meters away with his arms tucked behind his figure.
“Why?”
He takes a few steps closer before shrugging. “Figured you needed the company.”
You didn’t reply. Not knowing if he was right or that you actually wanted to be alone for the mean time.
However, Druig takes the silence as a form of agreement. Before you had the will to tell him to scram, he takes the vacant spot next to you and positions himself to a sitting position alike yours.
You didn’t feel the need to talk. Originally you were already enjoying the silence by yourself, knowing you wouldn’t be forced to harm someone within the vicinity, knowing there weren’t any mortals within a mile away.
But Druig decided otherwise.
“Did you know I can read minds as well?”
Your face remained unimpressed, but you kindly did return the conversation. “I didn’t yet I’m not surprised. That must seem nice.”
“It does. I’m still adjusting to my telepathic abilities.” He smiles.
“Well, I’m happy for you.” And you did genuinely mean it.
“Really?” He prods, “Because I sense more worry from you. Do you mean it?”
“I'm telling the truth, Druig...” you’re taken aback at his hesitance. You appreciated the concern, but at the same time you didn’t want anyone dictating your emotions.
You further explain, “Being happy doesn’t mean you can’t feel sadness too. I’m sure you can feel both at once.”
Druig raises his chin slightly, taking in what you said and then agreeing, “Point taken.” As if he had learned something new tonight. And he was glad he picked it off from you.
“...Well then, what are you sad about?”
“Did you really just come find me only to pry at my thoughts and feelings? That isn’t very nice of you,” you scowl instinctively.
You weren’t consciously thinking straight when you decided to call him out instantly like that. You liked to blame it on your powers and its tendencies to bring out the savage parts of you— but you knew well than to make excuses for it.
Instead, it sends you spiraling into worry. Knowing you’re still too weak to handle the darkness.
“My mistake. I never intended to pry,” he apologizes, “I just hate seeing you underrate yourself like this.”
“Like what?”
“I can sense your emotions from a mile away, darling.”
Internally, you freeze at his endearment. You maintained a scowl, thankful that he wouldn’t see you fluster over him because of the nightfall.
“Isn’t that being invasive?” You clarified, but the tone in your voice was more curious than it was irritated.
“Not if you’re the one manifesting your own feelings. You’re practically a beaming ray of distress,” he says, “I’m just concerned for you.”
Momentarily you frown, unaware that the negative energy radiates stronger than you expected. Not only has it swathed over you, but it has also began reaching to the others in the group.
You warily nod at his explanation. “Hmm... I guess I appreciate the gesture.”
Druig smiles, finally pleased at the progress of you slowly welcoming him into your thoughts. “Now,” he leads off, “care to tell me what’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”
*
From thereon you started opening up to him more. He was the only person who truly showed how he wanted to understand you more, having to do with not only your powers but getting to know your personality as well.
On top of it, he didn’t leave the discourse completely one sided. In exchange with your ideas and sentiments, he introduced the potentials of what his power holds. From time to time, he gains more information from you which he always deems significant.
By letting yourself pour out the concealed internal struggles you had, the weight forcing against your chest felt lighter than before. The more it boosted your esteem and confidence, the less you feared the darkness swirling in your core.
Not once did Druig make you feel like you were seen as someone tied alongside a demonic figure. Contrast to it, he actually helped you differentiate yourself from it. He sensed that you’ve always linked yourself beneath its shadows, which was why you seemed manipulated by it.
You didn’t suffer as much as you did before. Seen as someone to be feared. Your dark forced sorcery didn’t define who you were wholly anymore.
You, instead, started to feel like you belonged with the group. Much more accepting yourself too.
Both of you were laying flat on the sand— closely beside one another, the back of your heads resting on your palms with shoulders stretched and elbows resting— while watching the stars above the night sky. This has become your usual routine ever since that night he approached you.
Fortunately, a lot has changed in the course of time. You were rational— almost entirely clearheaded nowadays, barely fearing the absence of light like how you did years ago. You found comfort in the magic you were gifted with.
“So you’re telling me, you've been helping me control my powers?” Your eyes broke off from staring above, face turning to the side to look at Druig.
You were all in smiles as years pass by, seeing the drastic impact he has over you.
He nods with a humbling smile, “Yes.”
“Are you putting me like under your mind control spells? Or is it rather different than your usual capabilities?”
“It’s hard to explain. But I promise I’m not mind controlling you completely, just a part of your brain to help keep yourself curb with the void.”
“Should I take that as a good or bad thing?”
“Depends...” He beckons, “What do you think?”
From his side, your voice softens as you inch your face closer to him. “I think...”
“...It’s a good thing,” you whisper, delighted at last before sealing the gap between the pairs of your lips.
1521 AD
Tenochtitlan.
Compared to the beginning of civilization, humans have advancement by this time, specifically with their weapons. Emotions have developed both positively and negatively.
Love grew evident, taking part of the beauty and appreciation between humans and the things that surround them. It allowed development and collaborations, leading to underlying factors such as attraction, protection, intensity, and trust. All these sinking not only to mortals but to the Eternals as well— especially intimacy and codependency.
On the other hand, the dark side also had its chance to arise along with it. There have been hindrances caused by jealousy, pride, and greed. This has introduced the concept of war and murder, which were truly heartbreaking to watch from a perspective.
None of you could interfere, as per the Celestials commands. The torment affected Druig. And the darkness slowly returned to devour you too.
Ironically, your mental state began to degrade from your intense fear for what may blindly come at you. But Druig became more and more unhinged, acknowledging that he can feel your emotions together with the humans by tenfold.
“It hurts,” you cry. Tears were barely forming around your eyes, but your throat and upper body felt like it was being clawed into pieces.
Both of you were hiding in the middle of the forest, unexpected of how the night was going to unfold prior to this.
You gripped around his wrist, nails almost digging into his skin forming crescent marks he had dealt with from you before. Your chest tightened, barely allowing you to breath as you tried your best to control the negative forces that had been emanating since the start of warfare among the land.
“I know,” he grieves for everyones pain.
“Please help me make it stop.” Your eyes pleading at his while he frowns. “I need you.”
Druig hesitated for a moment, though eventually and willfully taking it as an opportunity to confuse your vulnerability and attachment as permission to assume control.
He wanted to make up an excuse. The darkness you were exhibiting was muddling with his own demons, tempting to expose his deepest and darkest secrets to the surface like bait.
He didn’t want to see you writhing in anguish and panic anymore. And he felt you didn’t wish for the suffering anymore either.
You were spiraling into a rabbit hole of a mess as your face could barely look straight back at Druig, absurdly turning from one side to another while you screamed. Your brain felt like it was being smashed forcibly and horribly into a pulp.
Druig had no other choice than to distract you from the discomfort. He took your vulnerable state to his full advantage. His fingers enclosed around your wrists, pinning them down to the ground, then goes on top of you, his strength trying to match with your manic state— almost entirely restraining your body.
He tries to use his powers, eyes instantly illuminating to gold trying to get into the depths of your thoughts and finally authorize his control.
The surge of power dominates him like a quench of thirst in a hot desert region. He never expected it would feel like this. Though he wouldn’t deny the fact that he had been dreaming for a moment like this to come along.
Between the two of you, sharing this point affliction and pain had become something sacred. There was passionate level of exchange in intimacy Druig couldn’t elaborate thoroughly. He was just thankful that his powers were effective on your struggle.
“Please…” The shift in your voice was clear, tears slowly blur your vision before spilling down your cheeks. “Please don’t hurt me.”
Your sobs weren’t direct to the pain your powers were causing anymore. Druig knew that. He detected every inch of your thoughts, much so what you felt. Yet he made sure you weren’t the one deciding for yourself anymore.
He waited for years. Anticipated that you would actually get better. Maybe both of you could rule the world with your powers combined.
For all that, he was disappointed that he never helped unveil your maximum potential on your own. Though it wasn’t a problem for him. He’s been patient up until this point.
You needed him. Completely.
Your tears were for him now.
“I’m hurt that you would think of me that way, darling,” he whispers, face leaning overly close to your ear. “I’m trying to help you here.”
He’s steadily overpowering you and you felt ashamed that you couldn’t defend your feelings nor your body beneath him. You didn’t know if you wanted this, everything was seemed messy and you weren’t in the headspace for anything that happens further.
Did you really wanted this? Was this for the best? Does Druig intend on helping you manage the pain?
No matter how much you pondered over this scene, it doesn’t negate the fact that you’re too late to change what may come along. Your gut felt disgusted and he probably had figured that out.
He gives you a look that twists your stomach like a knife that has impaled through it. Like you really had hurt his feelings by doubting him and his actions.
But you didn’t want this... Or did you?
“I’m s-sorry!” You bleat.
His hands sneak under your aztec skirt. The length of it dropping down to your ankles. But he didn’t so much as struggle when his fingers settled to draw it upwards over your abdomen, exposing the skin of your lower body— defenseless and bare.
He ensures to peel off any articles of clothing that comes across his way.
“You can be difficult to deal with sometimes; you know that right?” His voice just as smooth as his movements. His body setting apart a wide space between your inner thighs he can welcome himself in.
“...You’re really, really fortunate to have me. Lots of other people wouldn’t put up with you like this— always being emotional and out of control. You’re lucky I’m the only person left who can understand why you act this way.”
Eventually, your headspace became more and more unstable. Thoughts were too clouded, barely registering if who was right between you and Druig. All that you could do was surrender yourself physically to him, hoping that eventually the mental anguish can compensate for the trauma.
His lips plant soft kisses on the crook of your neck, conflicting from the aggressiveness he’s exhibiting as he groped and grasped your hips down to the ground. “Oh, poor thing,” he cooed, “Writhing little mess.”
You didn’t know why you haven’t blacked out from all this. You were terrified and your mind wanted to shut down badly. Albeit, you figured it was Druig mind controlling you not to pass out from any of this. He didn’t want you to miss out seeing him harness his powers over you.
“Seeing you getting you worked up over this,” he groans before sliding himself inside your cunt. “Fuck you’re so hot.”
Instinctively, your arms extend and hands reach to grip over his shoulders. Your eyes flutter at the pace of his thrusts and hips slamming against yours.
You wanted to seal your eyes shut from all the pleasurable sensations. You didn’t want to look at him in the eye, ashamed of how your body was reacting agreeably to his touch.
The air was cold, but the exchange between your bodies felt heated. You were confused, wanting to vomit.
Forcing your body to squirm further beneath him, you tried to gather enough strength to push him off, or at get away from his chokehold. But you failed, miserably while at it.
Dried leaves rustling around as it served as a cushion from the rocky ground. He pins you down with a weight, trying to simmer you down from your state of horror.
“Shh, shh.” He mumbles into your cheek, “I’m not gonna hurt you. Don’t you trust me...”
“Druig, please—” The back of your throat felt like it was set on fire.
“...I trust you— so fucking much,” he groans, pacing a relentless rhythm as he bucks his hips back and forth.
Your lips quivered at the sight of him. He continues to chase his release, leaving sloppy kisses under your jaw. His hand curls around your waist, finishing inside you with a pained moan.
“You’re alright. I understand better than anyone else.”
“I’m scared.”
“You don’t have to be,” he consoles, “you have everything you need. Me.”
You swore you heard him say, “You’re mine” somewhere along the line. But it didn’t help ease the feeling that you felt trapped. Again. Just like how you were under your powers before.
You gasp for breaths, hands falling beside on the ground with fingers twitching. Your ears rang before darkness swarms all over your vision and sets in.
*
Druig stares at your unconscious body. Collapsed from the shock he had put you in.
He felt guilty. Deserved to be. But he knew everything came at a cost. He was doing this for the best.
You were never going to value yourself as much as he did. No one will be willing enough to show you what you can and can’t do. Only he had the power over you and he surely claimed those rights long ago before anyone realized it.
He patiently waited for this time to come. He didn’t expect it to come so soon, honestly, maybe anticipating it after a few thousand more years or so.
But he was thankful nonetheless.
All Druig wanted to do know was escape, together carrying your lifeless figure. Both of you could rule your own little civilization without the rest of the Eternals hindering authority.
What he didn’t expect was Thena suffering under Mahd Wy'ry simultaneously from the time he plans both your exit. He was so distracted from getting you under his control that he didn’t realize that the Goddess of War had created a commotion just a few miles away from where he held you down.
It was doomed fate. Sersi found him first, exhausted and out of breath carrying your body in front with both his arms supporting your back and legs.
”What are you doing?” She asks
He didn’t mean to drop you to the ground. But he knew he was outnumbered if he decided to put up a fight.
Neither was Sersi imperceptive of what was happening. Druig always felt her suspicious on him, especially whenever he became too fond of you prior to these years.
He was so close to having it all. He didn’t know what part of his plan went wrong. And it just went downhill from there.
“What did you do, Druig?”
⌞ ° • • ° ⌟
Present Day
Amazon
“So do we have a deal?” He puts forward in front of the familiar faces that brings about the feeling of betrayal from centuries ago.
“Fine.” Sersi hesitates, reflecting if she will regret this decision later on.
Druig could hear her thoughts loud and clear. He was waiting for her to willingly make up her mind, just to save him for future trouble and to avoid history from repeating itself— like what happened back in Tenochtitlan.
The other Eternals watch as she deliberately makes the decision for them, as an entire group. He didn’t want any of them interfering with his future plans from here on and out.
All he looked forward to now was seeing your face without the strain of hiding.
“We won’t hold you back after you’ve helped us put the Celestial to sleep,” she says.
He didn’t have to fear anyone and you were under no one’s control anymore. Only his, under him.
“We have a deal.”
a/n: thank you for reading! this has got to be one of my favorite works. dark force manip was a star wars reference and im an avid fan of the franchise! (kylo ren wh*re here)
hope you liked this one! it was really heavy in plot and conflict. i love reading novels and i tried to add my own literary devices in my writing— just starting off by druig being an unreliable narrator! there were so many concepts intentionally left unelaborated and ambigious <3
i made sure reading this felt like riding a rollercoaster. did you feel bad for druig at first? how dark did you expect his corrupt alter ego would present as?
would love to hear your thoughts and feedback about this! it means a lot ily <3
Ok but Druig with an oral fixation and letting you suck on his fingers? Yes pls
in her mouth.
pairing: druig x (f)reader
warnings: mostly implied smut, but mentions of fingering and foreplay, teasing, finger sucking, the slightest blowjob mention. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.
word count: 774
etc: guess i'm back on my druig shit ya'll lmaoo. and let me just say: this man being obsessed with your mouth? absolutely!
“D’you want them inside of you?” Druig hums sweetly, his mouth rolling into a sinister smirk as he looks at you. He has your back pressed to the wall, hand beside your head as he leans into you, as he’s centimeters from you. If you were to lean up ever so slightly you could easily press your lips to his again. Could show him how bad you wanted him, speak through a lust filled kiss that could speak volumes more than your soft words ever could.
His other hand displays itself in front of your face. Two of his fingers pressed to the bottom of your lip. Your doe eyes are looking up at him with a plea. He knew how bad you wanted to be filled by him, by any part of him.
You can feel your arousal on his fingers spread across the flesh of your lip. The two digits having just been between your wet folds, rubbing, teasing, circling your clit so good that you had to dig your nails into Druig’s arm. Face pressed into his sleeve just to stay quiet.
And then his fingers slipped a little lower, circled your weeping hole. Only pushing in with the lightest of pressure. Not enough to do anything, not enough to put salve on that ache that has your knee’s feeling weak and hips straining to move, get any friction to relieve that painstaking ache that leaves you a submissive begging mess. If only to get that beautiful high. To feel that building pressure deep inside of you explode throughout your entire body.
The kind of orgasm that leaves you feeling wrecked and completely at his mercy.
With or without his beautiful mind he can leave you a sobbing mess, whether from that tantalizing desire that seems to embed itself deep in your marrow. Or from the way he drags out pleasuring you. Making you cum over and over until you think that if you do it anymore you might pass out. You might lose your mind.
And you’d welcome each nerve wrecking feeling, desire, lust filled quack from Druig like a sinner repenting to their God; begging, with an open heart, open soul, and an open mouth.
So when he lifts an eyebrow, his question ringing hard in your ears ‘d’you want them inside of you?’: you open your mouth obediently, a small nod of your head, and then his fingers are on your tongue. Your slick coating your taste buds.
“Suck.” He orders, his eyes fixate on your mouth as you wrap your lips around his fingers. As you suck, letting your tongue roll around them. Soft whimpers reverberating from your throat. Druig’s light eyes turning just a bit dark, his own mouth parting, his breath picking up as he watches. Listens to you coat and suck his fingers in your saliva, taste yourself and swallow it down.
The both of you know you’re wet enough to take two fingers, or more. But Druig would be lying to himself—and you—if he were to say he didn’t love the way you looked with something in your mouth. His fingers. His cock. It wasn’t just how the sight made him swell in his pants, dirty thoughts of how good your tongue felt against his flesh, or how he couldn't get enough of the little noises and slurps you made while your mouth worked. It was also the way you got lost in it. As if you had something to prove, and in some ways you did; how much you wanted him, how you craved him, how you’d do anything to hear those low groans slip from him, or that praise of your mouth being unearthly, godly, fucking amazing in his deep accent. His power may have been in his mind but yours was surely your mouth and the way you made him completely weak from it.
Your eyes always looking so soft and gentle when you looked up at him whilst your throat swallowed him down. Shining with unfallen tears, with devoted lust only for him. He couldn’t get enough.
And if his cock wasn’t throbbing in his pants to the point of frustration he would make you suck his fingers and fuck you with his other ones, until you made a mess of yourself. But he cant help himself. He lets himself get completely lost in the way your mouth feels that he’s pulling his fingers from the heat of your tongue. Pressing a rough passionate kiss to your lips, as his spit slicked digits find your hole again and push inside of you leaving you gasping and whimpering against him.
